Make India Golden Bird Once Again – Promote Tourism.

India, the land renowned for its rich culture and heritage, it’s magnificent lakes and monuments, it’s delectable cuisines and of course the aroma of its sand, has somehow lost its worth these days.

They say beautiful things are meant to be appreciated but when no one is appreciating the same and the things are taken for granted, that particular thing becomes no longer special.

Since time immemorial, people from all over the world come to India to explore the vast nation which is filled with everything and nothing all together. However, things have been going pretty much downhill, to say. Why am I saying so, is that the tourism sector is being neglected. No one wants to show the tourists who travel here, what the country is made of, why the country was called the golden bird, what made India so famous! No one wants to show, no one feels proud of their own nation, indians have no idea that tourists dig this nation and it’s heritage.

India is the seventh largest countries in the world, the hub of yoga, languages, monuments, henna, pretty palaces, sand, beaches, monuments, hills and of course peace. If one wants to see India, it would take decades and decades to explore each and every lane of the beautiful country. But with time running fast and the crime rates zooming up, no one wants to be here.

Tourism may be neglected in India, but it’s beauty will never decrease! Trust me when I say, if the government boosts up the tourism sector, the country would once again be called as the golden bird.
“to travel India, is to live, to discover yourself, to feel yourself. you belong here, in india!”

-Khushi Batra.


more and less……

more sunshine,

more smiles,

more laughs,

more happiness,

more kisses,

more cuddling,

more conversations,

more flowers.

less snow,

less squabbling,

less darkness,

less pain,

less sorrow,

less regret,

more love.

more humanity.


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Goodbyes with a hint of optimism……

Hearty laughs with a hint of regret in heart,

Giddy pasts with a hint of hope in mind,

Teary eyes with a hint of expectations when we depart,

Goodbyes with a hint of optimism when we restart,

We all promise to remain in touch,

But no one knows who will actually do, a bit much.




the picture belongs to its rightful owner though the piece written above is mine.

not so strong, eh?

i am a strong girl,
locked up with
empty promises,
chained up with
that never seem to leave.
i am a strong girl,
who is harassed
every second
for being a disappointment,
abused for not being
upto ‘their’ expectations.
i am a strong girl,
waiting for the day to
see the sun rise,
waiting for the day to
see the sun set.
i am a strong girl,
hanging in the sea
of misery and pessimism,
looking for a wave
of optimism to pass through.
i am a strong girl,
watching her dreams
being thrown away in
the narrow domestic lanes,
for a strong girl can
do better,
dream better,
and in the end do what ‘they’ want.
i am a strong girl,
thinking about myself,
loving myself,
but in the end,
hurting myself, once again,
for it won’t look right to ‘them.’
i am a strong girl
making the pond down the lane,
red, with my bloody tears.
i am a strong girl,
looking for words to speak,
thinking about the actions, to be performed,
and, of course, making sure, not to disappoint your so called loved ones. also called. them.
i am a strong girl,
watching ‘them’ call me a queen,
as, in the game of chess,
but in the end, with the knight’s move of a square,
‘they’ destroy me by making me just a mere piece lying outside the board.
i am a strong girl,
watching ‘their’ every move.
not so strong, eh?

I’ll tell God everythin’

//I’ll tell God everything.//
11 at night,
I set my alarm for early in the morning,
Lock my house,
Latch my room,
Grab the cricket bat and put it by my side,
Stuff my grandfather’s gun under the pillow,
Wrap myself with blanket only after re checking the locks.

4 in the morning,
I wake up to the sound of gun firing,
Startled, I rush towards my tinted window,
Seeing the children being slaughtered
And the adults bathing in blood,
I shiver and call my parents to know if they’re alright.

6 in the morning,
My alarm rings and I quickly shut it down.
Someone bangs the main door
And I get ready with the gun in one hand and the bat in other.
The door opened with a jolt,

Without giving me much time to react.

A bullet went down my head, making me feel dizzy,
I threw my bat on the man’s face,
To see him shoot another bullet , this time, down my chest,

Until everything went black.

“I’ll tell God, everything”, my soul shouted as it reached at the door of the almighty.


that’s me in the picture lol

Home – a story (part 2 of the previous post) contd.

“what happens now?”, i asked, relaxing in his arms.
“whatever you want.” he answered kissing my forehead. “you know, i need time, time to think.”

we stayed there in each other’s arms, inhaling each other’s scent until the my phone buzzed. “shoot! i’ve a presentation to complete”, i exclaimed as realisation dawned upon me. “what presentation?” he asked. I narrated him and he offered to help, just like the old times. after two hours, my boss called asking me asking to report early. I agreed, even though, I was reluctant. not because of my presentation, but because i’d be leaving him. my presentation was almost complete, thanks to him but i didn’t want him to leave. “can i drop you?” he asked. I nodded and smiled sheepishly. The ride was silent which i found oddly comforting “what time shall i pick you up?” he asked as we reached my destination. “no need to do that, i’m gonna take a cab or something, you go do your work, handle your company!”
“buttercup, i’m the ceo of my company, nobody would care if i am not there!”
“stop bragging”, i spoke rolling my eyes, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach when he used the word ‘buttercup’.

“i will come on my own, mister, you go, do your work.” i replied. as i was entering the office, his voice came from behind, “best of luck, my buttercup, don’t miss me too much!” i rolled my eyes and continued walking, fearing, that he may see my face, as it looked like a tomato. after two hours, me and my boss entered the meeting room, to see representatives of other companies waiting. we quickly took our chairs and i asked her, “who’s the person arriving and why is she/he important?”
“you don’t need to know that, just know he is very important and i hope you won’t be making any mistake, while presenting!” she told me shushing me. a few important looking people entered the room and my jaw dropped as i saw the man in the middle. he was here! what was he doing here? also, he looked drop dead gorgeous in a suit. as if he saw me staring, he looked at me, and winked. that idiot! my presentation went smoothly and i answered the questions quite confidently, surprisingly, i didn’t stutter.

after the meeting got over, my boss smiled for a second at me, i internally danced as she rarely ever showed an emotion. then, i saw him looking at me, smiling, showing off his gorgeous dimples. i internally drooled. my mind instructed me not to act like this so i kept my face straight, trying to ignore him, as much as i could. “you did brilliant in there!”, he spoke, as i went outside.
“i know i did and why didn’t you care to tell me that we were presenting to woo over your company!” i asked rubbing my arm. “if i’d have told you, then how would i have seen that shocked look?!” he spoke putting a hand on my back. my cheeks flushed up, at this gesture. “do you still need a ride, back, buttercup?” he asked. i opened my mouth to reply but he cut me, “i made reservations at your favorite thai restaurant for both of us today. no arguments.” my face became more flushed as i realised that he still remembers my favorite cuisine. i nodded and kissed him on the cheek. i don’t know why i did that but what i know is that, next time, it’s not gonna be on the cheek. @enchantingnachokitten

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Home. -a short story

we met today after three months in a cafe with a cup of coffee in our hands. after a brief talk, we parted our ways with an awkward hug, promising to catch up again soon. while coming back home, my mobile tinged notifying that i had a new message. “i had a lovely time, today.” i replied with a monosyllable, “same”, even though we didn’t. another message came and my mind instructed me to ignore it. late at night, i thought of replying. “you have changed a lot”, i read his message aloud. scoffing, i replied back, “really?! how?!” the reply came instant that said, “it took you long enough to reply.” i read it twice thinking what to reply but another message came that said, “everything has changed and you know it.” my mind told me to switch off the phone and prepare for the presentation tomorrow at work, but my heart won this time and told me to reply, so i did. “yeah, i know, everything has, but then what do you expect from people who were best friends since high school, who started dating a year ago and call quits to both their friendship and relationship over a simple misunderstanding, and suddenly after freaking three months of ignorance, i get a message, ‘we should catch up!’ what do you expect? you tell me! sorry to burst your bubble, but yes, everything has changed.” after a good five minutes, the reply came, “i’m sorry.” i went blank and then my fingers typed furiously, “sorry for what? sorry for ruining our friendship or our relationship? sorry for not knowing what you wanted or for not listening me? sorry for messaging me yesterday after a good three months, or for toying with my feelings? sorry for that awkward meet today or for that hug? sorry for what?” my eyes watered as i typed. i wanted to write more but i was tired. “can i call?” before i could reply, my phone buzzed. i sighed and wiped my tears and there his melodious voice answered, “hey.” “oh my, are you crying?” he answered immediately. “i’m coming over in five.” before i could say anything, he hung up. damn. i shut my laptop, which reminded me of my incomplete presentation and rushed towards the mirror. my dull chocolate brown eyes stared back at me with my wet hair in a messy bun. the bell rang. he said five minutes,why is he so early? i rushed towards the main door and looked into the peep hole. he was indeed here. ‘don’t cry.’ ‘don’t cry.’ i chanted in my head and opened the door.
“hi”. “can i come in?” he asked. “i don’t think so, i don’t trust you anymore”, my voice answered. “you don’t trust me or you don’t trust yourself?” , he asked with amusement dancing in his eyes. i opened my mouth to reply but no retort came out. “let’s go for a walk, then?” he offered. i nodded and locked my apartment. “you’re going in your hello kitty pajamas?”, he asked. “what’s wrong in that, it’s eleven at night!” i answered, unwrapping my chocolate. “you haven’t changed a bit!” he spoke after a pregnant pause.
“that’s not, what you said, earlier today!”, i replied finishing my chocolate. we walked in silence when he stopped at a bench. after a good five minutes, i spoke something which my mind was stopping me to, “i missed you!”. “i missed us”, he replied and there, i saw a tear slipping down his right eye. “mister, are you crying?”
“are you kidding me, no!”
“you can’t fool me, and you know that!”
“i know.”
and there his arms wrapped around my waist.
i don’t exactly remember how long we sat there, but what i know is that, after a long time, i felt home.

and i find home in pizza, lmao, wish you and your family a very happy new year, posting something after a long time, i hope y’all enjoyed, love to all the readers. :’)

Love your Mother

wrapping myself in the fluffy blanket with my shivering hands, the room smells that of marshmallows, wanting me to get out of the bed and see what else is being roasted. i switch on my laptop to watch another episode only to see the wifi connection poor, i shut it down angrily to be called by my mother. tired of nothing and everything, i force myself to get out of the bed, only after wrapping the blanket again on myself, i reach the kitchen only to see my cousins fighting over the last piece of chocolate. jaded, that the chocolates and marshmallows both are finished, i retire back to my room, only to called by mother again, removing the blanket again, i angrily went to her and shouted, “what do you want, can’t a child sleep in peace?” and left the room. she came to my room, seeing me laughing at some meme, and there i switched off my phone, guiltily. i kept it to my left and wrapped myself in the blanket only to see my mother removing the lid which had both chocolates and marshmallows. i was ecstatic seeing that box, and pounced on it. “i know they are your favorite, so i saved some for you, before your brothers would have eaten”, ma answered. i hugged her with a guilt stricken face, only to realise that no matter what may happen in the world, mother will always be by the side, as your ray of both hope and sunshine.

Respect your mother, love her unconditionally, no matter what.

that’s me with my parents,😍


her name was Sarah, the golden girl of our school, the girl who everyone wanted to be friends with, the girl every guy crushed on. we were friends since our diaper days. we played together, we slayed together. one day, we were casually watching television when her arm brushed mine. i got chills on my body, and ignored that feeling. we’re both cuddled up, with my favorite black blanket when my naked leg touched hers. she looked at me and i did the same. i showed some courage and touched her lips with mine. we started making out, when my mom entered. she asked her to leave and i was grounded for a month. even though, i was not allowed to leave the house, we still met. we still met and decided to keep it a secret.time flied and high school was over. we graduated. i told my mother about Sarah. i confessed my love for her in front of my mum. my mother was against us, while her parents supported her decision. mum told me this was the age of experimenting, and it didn’t mean that i was a lesbian. she suggested me to date boys and sent me far away from Sarah, to a different college. we still remained in touch, but my mother had another story planned out. she married me to her best friend’s son. i was all against her decision. i rebelled and screamed, but before, i could run away, the deal was sealed in the church with a kiss, where we were pronounced husband and wife. today, is our wedding night, and i am planning to run away. Sarah is coming to pick me up and i can’t wait to start a new life with me and Sarah fighting for the transgender rights and changing the thinking of the people. It’s a difficult task but we know, nothing is impossible.@enchantingnachokitten

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